Author: IAC

Born-and-raised in Little Rock, AR and proud of it! I'm just your typical guy that has had my share of struggles and trumps, but I'm grateful for it all. I enjoy the simple things in life just look for the opportunity to make an impact someway, somehow, in this present world. #TeamChrist #TeamMarried #TeamBlessed

Life’s Changes

What’s up everybody?!!! I hope (and pray) that everyone has been doing well over these past few weeks while I’ve been AWOL from the site.  My bad on that.  You see the thing is, just when you think you’ve gotten everything figured out, Life has a series of curveballs that it wants to throw you.  Well to this point, I’m probably 0-12, but I’m still swinging.  I’ll keep swinging until I can make contact to ensure I’ve mastered this new pitch!

The scary thing about this new change is that I don’t know exactly where I’m headed or even what for.  I mean, I thought everything was going perfectly fine for me a few months ago.  Me and the wife are good (as always).  Financially, I’m doing better than ever (just received a promotion a month ago that brought a nice amount of funds into the home).  Physically, I could be better…but I still feel well; no aches, no pains, no illnesses.  Denver is still a dream location that has provided me with a great quality of life.  So if I had to sum up my life in one word, I could: #Blessed.

But there’s one key element of peace that started to shake for me a few months ago; my spirit.  If I’m not healthy spiritually, I can’t be healthy in any other form of my life.  Guys I can’t really voice the feeling that settled into my spirit around the beginning of July.  Things started to look distorted on my job.  And everyone that knows me knows that I love my job.  Things started looking funny in this beautiful house my wife and I built last year.  And everyone that knows me knows that I love this house; my wife did a great job with it (lol)!  Things started looking funny in the ministries that I’ve been so committed to over the past six years.  Everyone that knows me knows that there isn’t anything more important to me than working for God.  I was making money (good money!).   But I wasn’t smiling as much as I’d been used to.  I wasn’t sleeping the same way that I used to.  I’m working with the same people, doing the same things that I enjoy, and even having the same circumstances that have surrounded me all this time.  But this place where I wanted to stay the rest of my life started to feel “different”.  My spirit was vexed for a few weeks straight as to “what am I doing here”, as if I belonged somewhere else.  Like any faithful person, I began to pray about it to see what “my” problem was.  I’d been waiting on an answer for quite a while, but God finally began to speak to me…

Today I can tell you guys that I’m a little closer to understanding what this curve ball is all about.  For those of you that don’t believe in God, rest assured that I can be the one person you can call on to ensure you that He does.  While my wife and I had been praying for months (in private; no one knew…not even our parents) on this funk that I’d been in, God literally used an unorthodox woman that I don’t know from a can of paint (and doesn’t know me) to speak to the very things that my wife and I had been praying so fervently about for the past few months.  And it wasn’t one of these vague “God’s got a blessing for you” prophecies; it was one where the issue(s) were called out in the exact manner in which we were seeking a response from God.  If nothing ever even comes from this, at least I know that God is still listening to His children when we are adamant on calling on Him for help!  Anyhow, I’m learning that this change wasn’t about anything that I’ve done wrong, anything that I’ve done correctly, nor being about anything that is off track in my home; it’s a change that God has been specifically tailoring so that He could get my attention to focus on the next stage of my life.  So while I understand that, I still don’t know what the next step is in relation to His will over my life.  I was so comfortable and set with how things are now!  But I do know that His Will is the absolute safest place for me to be, and I also have a committed wife that is willing to support me/us while I am driving with impaired vision.  Ultimately she knows that we have the best pilot this world has ever seen; Jesus Christ.

Now as for me, I just need to equip myself to hit the curveball the next time Life decides to throw it…after all, since I know exactly who the “Pitcher” is now, I should be able to study His tendencies and finally connect with what He’s been throwing.  I’m in training for the next two weeks….I expect to return during this time with a triumphant story; not just a hit, but a HOME run!  Prayers as always family; 1 love.



Are You Settling?

At twenty-seven years old (thank you Lord), I can truly say that I’ve come a long way.  I’ve found the most important thing on this earth that a man can capture (a wife), I haven’t been without a job since I was twelve years old (work ethic and favor has always been there), and I’ve managed to escape the confines of being an African American male destined to serve time in a jail or a penitentiary (Lord please keep protecting me).  Furthermore, I hold two degrees from higher-learning institutions; B.S. in Industrial Technology (U….A…..PB!) and M.E. in Engineering Management (University of Colorado).  Not only was I a home-owner at the age of twenty-two, but the wife and I recently had a home built from scratch in 2016.  To take it a step further, I’m heavily involved in ministry within my local church, and even involve myself in mentorship opportunities throughout the community of Denver via my frat (A Phiiiiii) as well as my job.  Not only am I one of the sole African Americans working on my campus currently (there may be 30 of us out of 3000 individuals), I actually manage one of our manufacturing centers.  At twenty seven years old (thank you Lord, again), I can truly say that I’ve done a lot and seen a lot of successes.  To God be the glory!

So by now, you may be thinking something such as “this brother sure is bragging a lot right now”, and you’d be on-par to assume so.  I just rolled off a list of credentials that are typically expressed by those that have been struck with the “acceptance speech” gift.  But if you really know me, you know that I’m not the type of brother that operates in that manner.  You see, actually this challenge isn’t for you: this challenge is for me!  Not because I need to do more, but I need to start doing something that is meaningful.  Something that gives life even when the troubles of this world is trying to rid you of its’ very essence.  Do I have days that feel purposeful?  Of course!  I LOVE those days that I can reflect and know I did something God ordained for me to do.  Do I have days where I feel like my presence on this Earth was not in vain?  Sure; I can always sleep well on those nights.  But it appears that those days are dwindling more and more lately, and I feel as if God is asking me a simple question: why are you settling?

Why are you settling when I have provided you so many talents?  Why are you settling when I gave you so much energy to use?  Why are you settling when I have implanted so many ideas for you to bring to life?  Why are you settling when there are so many visions I’ve displayed to you even though your eyes were closed?  Why are you settling when I’ve allowed you to overcome so many obstacles Isaac?  Why are you settling when I have given you this spirit of unrest, RIGHT NOW, to remind you that you can rest AFTER you’ve given back to me what I’ve given to you?  Why are you settling by wasting time when I have given you a nagging compulsion when you feel others are wasting your time?  How ironic; you get upset when people are wasting your time: well what about the time that you are wasting that I have provided to you, IAC?

Isaac Alexander Clark, my son, why are you settling….


Time to Rise & Grind…

I know it has been a long time my brothers and sisters.  For that, please accept my sincerest apology.  I have thought about you guys everyday: but thoughts aren’t recognized without action.  I have to do better because I owe it to myself; I even owe it to you.  Welp!  Now that I’ve got that out-of-the-way (haha….)

I’ve worked twelve hours for a company that seems to appreciate me.  But I’m still black, so you never know.  I look back over the day and recognize all of the things I was able to accomplish.  Sometimes I even surprise myself with results, but hey, no time to get side-tracked.  I’m even thinking about the things I need to accomplish tomorrow, already.  That’s the way I’m built: sometimes it’s a great thing, but also a detriment in others.  I need to figure out a way to shut my mind off.  Do a few push-ups, take a shower, and get ready to do work in the morning.  Five hours later, that alarm goes off: rise and grind IAC.

I’ve worked another twelve hours for a company that pays me pretty well, considering where I come from.  But I’m still black, so you never really know.  I don’t even have the will to ask so that I don’t get disappointed by the answers.  My few years have proven more valuable to various groups in our company than some individuals with greater titles; individuals that have sucked the company’s profits for over twenty years and have went on to provide generational wealth for people who look like them and has the same last name.  Somebody remind me again why the scales are tipped so heavily in this country?  Nah, I need to figure out a way to shut my mind off.  Do a few push-ups, take a shower, and get ready for work in the morning.  Six hours later, that alarm is booming: rise and grind IAC.

I’m in meeting number four for the day and unfortunately I have to be the one to deliver bad news.  Schedule slippage happens, right?  But wait, I’m still black, so hopefully they don’t overreact and try to attribute the slippage with ‘incompetence’ on my part.  After all, everyone really knows me so that couldn’t come into question with any of these groups.  That couldn’t happen when I work this hard!  But you know what, they didn’t receive that tough news well at all.  “What are you doing to fix this” they ask?  “How could you allow this to happen” they ask?  “What did ‘the center’ learn from this failure” they ask.  At this point I realize that there has to be a fall guy, and usually the closer to the ground, the darker and dirtier it gets….get it?  I fit the bill, so I’ll allow my “customers” to vent since they’re in “unfamiliar territory”.  I just need to get home and do some push-ups, get a shower in, and get ready for a great day in the morning.  Today was just a bad day! Five hours later, wifey wakes me up and I’m ready to go to handle today’s problems!  Rise and grind IAC.

I’ve learned about an industry that I didn’t even think about in middle school, high school, or undergrad.  Not only learned, but I’m accelerating in trajectory (even if the world can’t see it yet).  I’ve dedicated myself to be able to support my family in the way I envision I should; this opportunity has been a great stepping stone to do so.  I’ve humbled myself to understand where I lie in this world.  But how can I be comfortable with that, man?  I’m a KING in this world.  But wait, I forgot, I’m still black…for some reason, black doesn’t equal power anymore, right?  Ahhh, everytime I find myself thinking I’ve good a good thing going, I just keep reminding myself that I’m just building onto someone else’s good thing.  And this gentleman’s family DEFINITELY doesn’t look like mine.  Man I’ve gotta’ figure out a way to kill all this noise in my head!  I need a gym today to get me right.  I may need to just sit down in the shower and let the water pour over me.  Yea, I know that will help me get ready for work in the morning.  Five hours later, that alarm wakes me up again; I’m ready!  Rise and grind IAC…but this time…just maybe…break your back for yourself instead of someone that doesn’t need a lift in this world.



“A Brother recognizing how hard he works, and it’s never for himself”

Some People Just Don’t-and-Won’t Get It

This past week, I was listening to a local radio talk show (very rare for me) and I heard a few comments that really got my blood boiling.  I tend to have a low tolerance for stupidity, but I think I’ve gotten a lot better guys.  After my attention settled in for a few minutes, it became obvious that this radio talk show host was not African American.  I don’t know what race he was, but African Americans know African Americans by voice (but I can admit that it’s not a science).  We have genetically inherited certain qualities, just like other races have that we [African Americans] weren’t blessed with.  He wasn’t one of us; I’ll just leave it there.  But anyhow, for some odd reason, this talk show host had decided to take another shot at President Obama even though we’re already weeks into having a new president.  My “spider” senses told me that he’s definitely in approval of the new president, so he should be in a good mood when speaking on the political climate in our country today.  In my mind, I was already thinking, “Here we go again”….but shortly after listening to his perspective, I had more animated emotions.  The presentation went a little something like this…

—President Obama granted clemency to over 100 inmates during his 8-year tenure as president (voice reeking of frustration).  Many of those that received this ‘special treatment’ were individuals serving sentences of 25 years – to – life for federal drug violations.  Obama wanted to stress equality, but the majority of the these felons were black; that doesn’t seem like equality to me.  He backed his actions by arguing that these individual cases involved harsher punishments than necessary.  Well, one of those drug felons that he released a few months ago was just arrested again in Texas after a high-speed pursuit.  Law enforcement was tipped off that this individual had begun to be involved with distribution of narcotics again, which was  the same thing that landed the man a life sentence after being convicted in 1991.  Not even out three months after being granted a handout by President Obama, this man proved that his release was unwarranted and another clear error by our former president.  Hopefully, we are in better hands now.—

Guys, none of the previous paragraph is fiction or exaggerated.  I may not have quoted this radio personality verbatim, but I can assure you that the context and message is pretty close.  Here are my issues and what got me so upset early that morning:

  1. The blatant disrespect towards President Obama is real; no other way to put it.
  2. Anybody that believes that anyone should be serving a LIFE SENTENCE for drug offenses is misguided and/or racist; flat-out.  We all know who these drug laws work against the most, right?  Those that have fewer opportunities in this country financially (due to many circumstances that I won’t expound upon) that are having to make desperate decisions for survival.  Hmmm, I wonder who those people ‘typically’ are in this country?….Furthermore, there are people in this country getting 10-year sentences for MURDER….white men getting 3-month sentences for RAPE…but it’s okay for a individual with drug violations to get a LIFE SENTENCE….mannnnn….
  3. You decide to question our former president’s decision-making due to one case out of over 100?  So, you’ve decided to form an opinion on 1% of data, and ignore the remaining 99%?  What kind of confidence interval are you injecting into this equation (statistically speaking)….
  4. Are you really that disappointed that approximately 100 individuals were released from prison?  We all know how populated our prisons are, right?  Or is it because more-than-likely those released from prison due to these harsh sentences were more prone to be black, statistically?  Just sayin…
  5. Exactly why are you surprised that a man that has been in federal prison since 1991 resorts back to desperate measures when the penal system has done nothing to produce opportunities for him upon his release?  Where is he supposed to get a job with a felony on his record?  Exactly what skill or trade has he been able to develop since he’s been in jail since he was 18 years old?

I really don’t have any more words to say; I could literally write all night in regards to this topic.  I thought I’d be able to write this out and not get upset all over again…..that’s being proven not to be the case.  Simply put, some people just won’t get it yawl….they just won’t.  And it’s sad….but it is what it is.  Onward and upward….


Those Little Angels Called ‘Comparison’

Want to feel better about the situation you are currently in?  Compare yourself to someone ‘doing worse’…

Want to feel worse about that same situation you are in?  Compare yourself to someone that is ‘doing better’…

This entry will not be long; it may be the shortest I ever post.  But the message (I pray) speaks to someone in a BOLD fashion.  Comparing yourself to those around you is the most unsettling thing you could ever do to gain peace in your life.  Your serenity and joy can disappear in a second, just by sight or sound.    Sure, there’s a 50% chance that the comparison could work in your favor; and somehow give you gratification at someone else’s struggle (hmmmm).  But there’s also that 50% chance that comparison could be your arch enemy; leaving you with more sleepless nights and a weary soul.  But your chances of being happy with who  you are, where you are, what you do, or even how you do it go up significantly if you can alleviate the white noise in your life; or even trying to capture the fairy-tale endings that some other author produced.  I know this is easier said than done (it seems like everything we see on a daily bases FORCES us to do so).  But I challenge you all today to author your very own fairy tale.  After all, no one likes to see the same movie over-and-over, right?  Happy discoveries family; peace.


Just Do It

I see a real struggle y’all, and forgive me in advance if this post touches any in the wrong way (I’ve learned that people are touchy about their excuses).  Charge it to my observations, and not my knowledge.  That being said, maybe this post will motivate someone to “just do it”, and take the gear out of neutral.  You guys do realize that neutral is only as good as the factors surrounding its existence, right?  A car in neutral can go forward if it has the right push or pre-existing conditions (maybe a downward slope allows gravity to take effect).  That car could even go backwards with the same formula in reverse.  But you know what that car is doing while in neutral (for the most part)? NOTHING.  Yep: just WAITING for something to come along and give it another push.  It controls not one thing!  Its just an object of mass with no purpose and unrealized value.

I’ve been blessed with a select few friends my entire life; my brothers from another mother.  Out of those bonds, I inherited a grandfather that I’d never had: OG Mr. Wiley.  I didn’t recognize it then, but he had taught me something that makes the world of difference to me, even today.  Whenever I’d spend the night at my bro’s house, Mr. Wiley would always wake us up by saying “PUT YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR”!  Mane used to irritate my soul!  He would literally stand there until we got our legs out the bed and onto the floor.  Ironically enough, I reflected on that same thing when I went away to college at Jackson State University in 2007.  I was having trouble with trying to develop concepts for an English paper.   I had all of these ideas, yet nothing to show for it.  Then I remembered how I used to feel being woken up by Mr. Wiley.  It was a synonomous feeling to what I was going through (all thought but little to show for it).  While the thoughts were everything pertaining to what I’d do that day when I was rudely awoken (lol), I was still being held hostage by that bed.  But it was something about that floor that created a little magic!  Once my feet hit that carpet, I was good to go!  Energized, abled, and ready!  So fast-forward back to college, and I get the idea to just put my pen to the paper and just, at least, start writing.  Write anything!  Next thing I know, within three hours I had completed an eight-page paper.  Not because I simply had the ideas: but because I took the step of putting my pen to the paper.  There are numerous moments I can recall in my life that were similar to thus; the key was always to simply ‘start’.

Moral to the story is this: we ALL have ideas of things we want to accomplish.  Visions that God has given us to proceed with.  Gifts that have been given to us that we haven’t explored.  But for the ‘most’ part, we all are being held hostage to the “neutral” state of mind and life.  We’re always waiting for the right opportunities or the right time, waiting for the stars to align perfectly; making procrastination our best friend any chance we get.  After all, procrastination is that friend that will never challenge you to do more, to see more, to BE more: procrastination truly loves you for just who you are everyday.  We’re allowed to be lazy and comfortable with such a great friend!  So my procrastination-loving KINGS & QUEENS, I challenge you to make a new friend in your life.  I challenge you to meet ‘ACTION’ with a firm handshake of commitment.  And theres only one thing that ‘ACTION’ requires to keep him happy: everyday, finding your “feet to the floor” moment.  Peace & Love y’all.


A ‘Man’ Is Gone Be A Man

Adversity.  Struggle.  Fatigue.  Stress.  Worry.  Despair.  Don’t matter: it’s gotta’ get done.  This is what it all boils down to.  It shouldn’t be any other way for the beings designated (by God) to lead their families.  And this post isn’t a slight to women at all: I know many that are as strong as they come in this world.  Women that take on double duty as mother and father to children needing every ounce of parenting & support that can be offered.  Women that are, dare I say, ROLE MODELS to many on what MEN should be to & for their loved ones…but I’m just taking a moment to remind the guys that the time for excuses has expired: it’s time for men to be MEN, again.  Out of all of my training, education, time put in at work, time in ministry, or anything else requiring sacrifice, I’ve realized what it was all really for.  I’ve done my best to put myself in position to be a man when my ladies (my wife, my mother, my sisters, my cousins) need me the most.  Mentally.  Physically.  Emotionally.  Financially.  Spiritually.

It appears to me that when things are going best, I should expect some kind of turmoil with the women in my life.  It’s like clock work!  I’m not talking about that ‘ratchet’ stuff you see being displayed on reality TV of our black women, though.  I’m talking about those real life issues that the women I love have to face.  The troubles of this world.  Well this time, it was my little sister that needed her father and big brothers to be MEN, yet again.  I constantly worry about her residing in Houston with very little family, but I know I have to trust God for her safety and security.  But my anxiety reached a new height when she sent a text saying she needed money to pay her rent on the 2nd of the month.  Not only was she short on rent, but she was short on a roommate!  Conveniently (sarcasm y’all), her roommate had decided to return to her roots in another state.  The funny thing is that she made the announcement (via text) just THREE DAYS prior to their rent being due.  Unfortunately I’ve recognized a trend with our young people (my generation included): they (we) believe that their (our) responsibilities are only in the place they (we) reside; leaving no thought to the ramifications of their (our) actions on their (our) future wherever they (we) travel.  My little sister is a hustler, everyday all-day, but the rent is too much for her to muster on her own with her current situations.  Something’s gotta’ give.  And I cannot have my little sister roaming around homeless when I’m in the comfort of my home.  And better yet, I cannot have her seek help outside of this family when she has no HUSBAND to support her (and I mean husband: boyfriends ain’t allowed to do for my sister in such a way, PRETENDING to be husband, and abandoning the commitment later because he never gave her the title of WIFE).

After the initial frustration subsided, it was time to get to the “action” part of the story.  You see, sometimes we allow our emotions to be the PRIMARY response, while the action becomes the SECONDARY response.  MEN, PLEASE LISTEN…this is not the role of a MAN.  Action will and should ALWAYS be the primary response, and emotions should be secondary.  My frustration towards her roommate was not going to help her bills & rent get paid, only ACTION would.  My disappointment in family (yep, the individual was family) wasn’t going to keep a roof over my little sister’s head, but my ACTION could.  It’s ok to feel, but it’s not ok to become crippled by them.  GO DO SOMETHING!  But not only was I starting to get things in order to help her ‘this’ time, but I started to pray and seek God on what would be a ‘permanent’ solution moving forward.  It’s not enough for us to put patches over the scabs our loved ones have developed.  We have to look for cures that free them from the pain they are enduring, alltogether.  Soon enough, I was bringing resources together with the men in my family, multiple phone calls going out to my brothers and father.  And finally, a phone call to my mother to ensure her that everything would be ok (I know my mama and know what she needs to hear and when).  Needless to say, not only is my little sister now stable for December, but for the foreseeable future going forward.  This adversity had become an avenue, a gateway of sorts, to something greater for her in this present (and future) moment.  Tragedy to triumph in a number of days.

Men, now is the time to ask a few questions…can the women you love depend on you in times of crisis?  Can the women you love depend on you to be a man of action and not emotion?  Can the women you love depend on you to provide stability, and not just short-term tranquility?  Can the women you love depend on you to fight and be willing to give your life for them when the time comes?  If the answer is “no” to any of these questions, its’ time to get your weight up.  Mentally.  Physically.  Emotionally.  Financially.  And most importantly, spiritually.  If you are lead by an all-mighty God, you’ll always be an all-capable man.  Men, time for us to be MEN again…we have people depending on us with their lives.

What If…

In such a diverse world, we sometimes fail to realize how similar we all really are at the core.  We’re often transfixed on the things we see because it paints a broader picture of what our eyes ‘want’ to understand.  But have you ever wondered how different your story would be if an alternative outcome happened in any of your situations?  Deep down within, you’d know that you are the same person; but outwardly, someone could have all of your characteristics falsified because the picture has taken on a new form.  So, I’m only left wondering what if…

  • What if my mama never told me that hiccups were a sign that you are growing (I later figured out that she was lying, but I sure did think I was growing!)?
  • What if I would have lost my first “real” fight in the 5th grade?
  • What if I couldn’t outrun those dogs that used to keep hopping those fences in southwest?
  • What if I didn’t have older brothers to blame when I broke windows in the house?
  • What if I had gotten caught stealing that Snickers that one time when I was little (statute of limitations in full effect here!)

All of these scenarios may be lighthearted, but they are true!  And they all played a part in my visible display today.  Every single situation adds another stroke to this picture that people are observing.  I’m sure there are others that have been in exact situations as these, but potentially had a different outcome.  But on a more serious note, what if…

  • What if that car didn’t stop when I ran across the street (without looking both ways) like mom and pop tried to teach me?
  • What if I didn’t meet my brothers-from-another-mother when I started a new school in 6th grade?
  • What if I didn’t find sports as an outlet to my anger and frustrations all throughout middle school and high school?
  • What if I never had a coach by the name of Coach Jackson at Cloverdale Middle School?
  • What if I told my cousin “no” when he asked me to get saved with him when I was fourteen (14)?
  • What if I never had a man named Mr. Wiley step up and be a real grandfather to me?
  • What if I didn’t grow up with two (2) parents?
  • What if I didn’t graduate with honors in high school and earn academic scholarships to pay for college?
  • What if I was shot by the police in Clinton, MS for being pulled over for a noise ordinance violation in 2009?  Pretty interesting that within five minutes, four more police cars were on the scene…but I digress
  • What if the car flipped when I spun-out going over 70 on the highway?
  • What if those four bullets didn’t get lodged in the door in front of me or in the tires?
  • What if I didn’t sneak out of that house when I felt like I was being set up by someone I had just met?
  • What if I stayed with a person I knew wasn’t good for me?
  • What if I never told God I was sorry for everything I’ve done wrong?

If you are reading this, there may be situations in this small list that we share.  But I don’t believe the situations are the only things we share.  I believe that we all share some basic commonalities: bad decisions, good decisions, frustrations, temptations, fear, luck, & blessings.  So the next time you are evaluating a new portrait that doesn’t look aesthetically pleasing to you, remind yourself that the picture may be a replica of the one in the mirror.  Maybe the colors are just different because the paints were mixed in a different way.  We all have to start loving and respecting one another; and it all starts with how we view one another.  Let’s not let our eyes deceive us any longer.  Let’s start to be the change that we want to see.  Peace and love yawl.


Putting On For My People

One of the things that constantly rings in my head to this day is “Son, never forget where you come from”.  That’s my dad’s favorite thing to tell me (well 2nd favorite….he LOVES to remind me of what my last name is when times get tough lol). I’ve been hearing these things all of my life, so escaping them now would be impossible.  Although I was born-and-raised in Little Rock, my real roots trace back to Montrose, AR.  One of those lil’ country towns that you can miss if you blink at the wrong second.  Population: YOUR FAMILY and a few other families lol (no, but around 350 is a pretty good count).  A place where everyone knows each others’ names and business: like it or not!  But its also the place where people lookout for each other because we’re all we got.  Money isn’t plentiful, but pride and morals are!  There might be a few white folks living on the other side of the tracks, but its predominantly a black town….and proud of it.  Just a town trying to navigate the troubles of this world.

So you can imagine the kind of pride my family has in me.  Going on to graduate college (almost x2 at this point) and starting a career in the aerospace industry in the big city (the Denver metro area).  Its unheard of: but all things are possible with Christ and genuine support from your family.  So I always feel like its my duty to put on for my roots (Montrose), my family, my hometown (Little Rock), and my peers: my beautiful black people.

This past week I’ve been in DC looking for talent (for my job) that looks like me.  Brothers & sisters that have been through the same struggles as me.  Can relate to me.  And most importantly, are trying to give back to their communities somehow, someway, just like me.  Some may feel that its wrong for me to automatically discredit those of a different background.  That may be fair.  However, I only see one or two races in this country that have struggles far more superior than our counterparts.  I don’t think I need to voice who those inferior “brothers & sisters”are.  So excuse me white man, just for a second.  I love you as well, but as for right now, I’m looking for MY people.  This may be the only day we can ever make history in this sense:  Today my black people will be treated as SUPERIOR, and you’ll be the inferior.  Today, I’m puttin’ on for MY people: so you can head to the back of my interview line.  I’ll speak to you, but only if I can’t find what I need amongst my color.  Unfortunately for you, I see tons of greatness so you may have to try again another day.


Monday Motivation

Monday represents a day of freshness for me.  After working hard on multiple endeavors throughout the previous week, Sunday (typically) affords me the opportunity to finally rest.  Like REALLY rest.  Like pass-out-on-the-couch-while-watching-the-sorry-Dallas-Cowboys rest!  And you Cowboy fans can miss me with the smack talk right now: Jerry Jones still gone find a way to mess up yawl’s season…so brag now, but it won’t last too long! Back to the issue at hand though.  Once that alarm clock goes off, its GO time.  My wife could probably tell you that its the only day I seem to get up with a little pep in my step.  Maybe its because of the rest, but it could also be because of the freshness I perceive in my mind.  You remember that ‘1st day of school’ feeling you used to have?  You knew you were going to see the same people that you’ve always seen for the past few years, yet you were still excited.  You remember how excited you were to start that new job?  Regardless of the day you started, the sensation was caused by just attaining something new.

So if it’s really a sensation based on the new things we perceive, I challenge all of you to look at this Monday as ‘something new’, even if it appears to be the same ol’ thing.  Personally, I grew up challenging myself to believe I had new stuff all of the time (when Lord knows I really didn’t).  Can’t afford new clothes?  That’s aite.  I bet this combination I use is gone be new!  I’m gone kill ’em lol!  Can’t afford new video games?  That’s cool too.  Let me create a player and start a NEW season on Madden.  I’m about to be blowing everybody out even worse than before!  So you see, when you grow up like this, you challenge yourself to find freshness in any situation.  So for my brothers and sisters out there, here are some ideas to get you going for the rest of the week.

  1. Treat somebody better than you’ve ever done before.
  2. Communicate with someone that doesn’t fall within your normal bubble.
  3. React differently to a problem that arises at work.  Problems are constant, but your reactions are variable in any situation.  Stop allowing the reaction to be a constant as well (that’s the nerd coming out in me haha; need a balanced formula).
  4. Take a new route home to discover something new.
  5. Select a new source of entertainment. For example, if your thing is TV, try reading a book this week.
  6. Ponder a new path to making money.  After that, pray on it.
  7. Ponder a new hobby.  After that, pray on it.

That’s seven different things that we can do this week that can give that fresh feel; one for each day of the week.  I don’t really care if you take my advice on those particular items; I just want you to do something new that’s within you locust of control.  And you know what the greatest thing about it is?  Whatever you decide to do (especially these things I listed) doesn’t require a permission slip or a hall pass.  It doesn’t involve others having to set a path for you; therefore you have NO excuse.  Take the chains off this week and start a new journey.  But here’s the key: you must ‘perceive’ that you have the key to unlock those shackles that are dampening your Monday morning.  Let’s start this thing over with a new approach.  A FRESH APPROACH!  Let’s get it y’all!